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Reflections on the Formal Envelope of the Symptom
J
ACQUES-ALAIN MILLER

Infancy: Boys/Girls
G
ERMÁN GARCÍA

The Certainty of Hysteria
E
RIC LAURENT

Sacrifice and our Destiny
A
RMAND ZALOSZYC

Maneuver
L
YNN CRAWFORD

Angel Atrapado X
J
OHN YAU

Interview with
Suzan Etkin

Interview with
Meyer Vaisman

Jenny Watson


























        

Maneuver

 

LYNN CRAWFORD

 

It is a classical situation
You on your knees, building me up in a turret
Outside my room I'm in fresh air; can see gardens, roofs, a town,
the sea
Clothes fit loosely to your body

You on your knees building me up on a turret
You look up and do not spot me
Clothes lie scattered near your body
Your ship steams in, a dog is barking

Moving your eyes you look you spot me
I never wanted to hurt my husband
Ships steam in while dogs roam barking
But this movement in my hands is so brand new

I never wanted to hurt my husband
You on your knees pulling me down from a turret
But straddling this sheet feels so brand new
The red or little bright hill

You on your knees, bending, me tied to a turret
Outside
my room I'm in fresh air; can see gardens, roofs, a town, the sea
The red or little bright hill
It is a classical situation

 

 


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